Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS
Well said, my noble Scot. If speaking truth
In this fine age were not thought flattery,
Such attribution should the Douglas have
As not a soldier of this season’s stamp
5Should go so general current through the world.
By God, I cannot flatter. I do defy
The tongues of soothers. But a braver place
In my heart’s love hath no man than yourself.
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
10Thou art the king of honor.
No man so potent breathes upon the ground
But I will beard him.
Do so, and ’tis well.
Enter a MESSENGER with letters
What letters hast thou there? (to DOUGLAS) I can but thank you.
These letters come from your father.
15Letters from him! Why comes he not himself?
He cannot come, my lord. He is grievous sick.